the wrong invitation

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the wrong invitation

for you i have been missing,
you are short of a prayer,
this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare,
for hand that i reach is short of a friend,
so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end,
the blood river flows and colder as it grows,
for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows,
a riddle for you my love,
its as pretty as a dove,
think of my father that force me from above,
I am the rich, powerful and the great,
i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate,
I open the gate,
for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.